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  Her hand is making the same path on her body as her eyes are making on mine. Her fingers barely slide under the top of her skirt and I know she wants me to start to take my jeans off. I toss my shirt on a nearby chair and walk back over to her. Her eyes are hooded and filled with lust and it’s a sexy as fuck sight.

  Grabbing her free hand, I pull her up and off the bed with me. Her eyes follow my movements as I walk us a few steps from the bed. Grabbing the sides of her librarian sweater, I slide it down her arms and toss it on the ground. My hands slide around to the back of her skirt and I run my hands up and down her ass for a second before I grab the zipper and slide that down next. Her skirt parts and I run my hands over her bare ass, taking the skirt down as I kneel in front of her.

  I can smell how aroused she is already, and fuck it’s driving me insane. I drop the skirt to the ground and it stays pooled around her feet. My hands slowly slide down her thighs to her calves. Leaning forward, I run my tongue along her smooth skin. The metal of my tongue piercing glides across her skin and I hear her intake of breath.

  Her hands go to the top of my head and her fingers grip my hair. The sharp tug brings a slight pang of pleasure. I love when a woman gives my hair a good pull. The pain is pleasurable, but it also tells me I’m doing something right.

  I help her step out of her skirt, but I don’t take her shoes off. I want her wearing those sexy fucking shoes as I pound into her sweet cunt. Spreading her thighs a little, I run my tongue back up the inside of her thigh. Her moans fill the quiet room and I can barely think straight. She responds well with just small touches, I can’t wait to see the way her body reacts when I tie her down to the bed. A crop to her ass is going to be the best fucking thing to watch, I already know it.

  Coming back up to my full height, I grab the bottom of her tank top and pull it slowly over her head. Tossing it to the ground, I put my hands on her hips and pull her to me. My mouth comes down onto hers and I kiss her deeply. Her fingers dig into my back and I can feel her nails start to dig into my skin where I know she’s going to leave a mark.

  Running my lips down her throat, I lick and suck my way to her cleavage. One of my hands reach behind her back and I unhook her bra. I don’t pull away yet, because I love the feel of her smooth skin against mine. My hand trails down her naked back and I feel her shiver. My hand continues toward her ass, where I raise it up and give her a slight smack. The echo of my hand on her ass fills the room followed by her whimper.

  I move my other hand down her stomach and stop on her pussy. I inch my fingers closer and feel the wetness.

  “Ah fuck,” I groan when I feel how damn wet she is already.

  She’s been wet all damn night. I’ve had little tastes of it since I got her alone in her office and at the restaurant. Now, I’ll finally get to feast on the prize.

  I don’t leave my hand there long, because I want to prolong this as much as I can. Instead, I’m going to tease her until she’s begging me. I want to hear her crying out my name and begging me to let her come. Releasing her, I take a step back and let my eyes peruse over every inch of her now naked skin.

  Her breathing changes noticeably as I continue to scan my eyes over her entire body. Her tits are the perfect fucking size, a little bigger than a handful. Her hips are wide, but silky smooth. I walk slowly around her, appraising every single inch of skin. She doesn’t say a word and I love that she’s comfortable enough in her own skin to stand perfectly still for me.

  Grabbing the bag from the bed, I pull out the silk ties. Setting the bag back on the bed, I make my way back to her, my front to her back. Running my fingertips along her cheek, she leans into me.

  “I want to tie you to the bed.” Her body tenses slightly before it relaxes into me. “You say the word and I release the ties. I won’t hold you against your will, but I want to make you feel better than any poor bastard who came before me and every fucking one after.” My lips trail along the side of her neck, pulling a moan from her lips. “I need you to say the words, doll,” I murmur in her ear.

  “Yes,” she whimpers.

  Grinning to myself, I spin her around and grab the back of her neck.

  “Good girl.”

  She has no idea what is running through my head right now, but she’s about to find out.

  “I want you to bend over the bed.”

  She nods her head slightly as I release her. I watch her sexy ass sway as she makes her way to the edge of the bed, doing as I asked. Her palms are face down on the blankets while her ass is in the air. I can see her wet folds from this angle and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from going over to her.

  Stuffing the silk ties into my pocket, I go back to the bag and grab a little something else. If she’s the bad girl I think she is, she’s going to love this. Taking my leather cat o’ nine tail from the bag, I hit it on my palm a couple of times before I bring it down lightly on her ass. Her body jerks at the sensation, but she doesn’t move from her position. I bring it down on her ass a little harder this time and she moans at the sensations.

  “You like it when I bring this cat o’ nine tail down on your perfect ass?” I rub my hand over the two red marks that are now on her pale skin.

  “Yes,” she whispers.

  Her breathing is getting harsher as she prepares for the next blow.

  “I have a variety of tastes. Are you sure you’re up for this?” I’m not really giving her the option to say no, but I’m curious to find out her answer.

  “Yes,” she says a little louder this time. “I’m up for it.”

  “Good.”

  I snap my wrist and bring the cat o’ nine tail down on her skin again, but a little harder. Her moan fills the room this time. The next hit echoes through the room, getting my dick harder by the second. Watching her skin turn a bright pink does shit to me. I hit her again and her back arches.

  “Please,” she whimpers this time. I bring it down on her opposite ass cheek one last time before I rub my hand over the marks. Leaning my body over hers, I press my body down and put my lips to her ear.

  “Has anyone else taken this right here?” My hand runs gently along her puckered hole.

  She doesn’t answer me and gasps when I slowly start to press my fingertip into her. I feel her whole body tense up and she starts to buck her hips, trying to get me off of her.

  “Relax,” I demand.

  Her body stills and I can feel her heartbeat through her back.

  “Don’t fight me, doll. I won’t let you do what you want tonight. I make the rules.”

  I wait for her to answer me, but she doesn’t. She likes the kinky sex but maybe doesn’t know the rules of a dominant and submissive role.

  When she still doesn’t answer me, I grab the back of her hair and pull her head back to me. Looking at her expression, I can’t tell if she’s turned on or scared, maybe a little of both.

  “No,” she finally says before I have to ask again. “No one has been there.”

  A grin spreads across my face. I’m going to be her first. I get to be the first man inside that sweet tight hole. I can’t fucking wait.

  “I may not fuck it first, but I will be fucking it before I leave Vegas.” My hand releases her hair and I grab her throat. I feel her swallow as she lets my words sink in.

  “Is it…” She trails off, but I already know what she’s going to ask. She wants to know if it’s going to hurt. She’s probably had some dick try to fuck her ass but couldn’t get it in because she wasn’t ready for him. I’ll make sure she’s begging for me to fuck her ass before I finally stick it in.

  “You’ll never want anything else after I’m done with you, doll.”

  I press my mouth down on her and kiss her roughly before I pull away and take my weight off her body. She looks back at me over her shoulder and I motion for her to get on the bed.

  “I’m tying your ass down now. I want you spread out in the center of the bed. Hands and feet on each corner of the bed, now.”

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nbsp; She crawls onto the bed quickly before turning to lie on her back. She doesn’t waste time putting her hands and feet where I told her.

  “You’ve been tied up before?” I ask.

  I’m curious to find out how much she’s done, but I also hate the fact that another man has put his hands on her the same way I’m about to.

  Chapter 9

  Jericho

  The look in his eyes tells me everything about what’s going to happen tonight. He has a mission and I seem to be the one that he’s about to conquer. He doesn’t say anything else as I lay on the bed spread eagle waiting for him to tie my wrists. I’ve been tied up before and I loved every minute of it. The exhilaration of being at the mercy of someone else is what gets me off the most.

  He comes closer to the bed, reaching out to tie the silk tie to the headboard. Once he gets that fastened, he ties it to my wrist. He does the same movements to my ankle before moving to the other side and doing the same.

  His movements are fluid like he’s done this many times before. He probably has. I bet he has girls back home that he ties up in his bedroom. He’s probably a man whore. Why am I doing this again? Oh, that’s right, he’s hotter than fucking sin and has a silver tongue that probably gets all the girls tongue-tied. I’m probably not the only one he’s led to his room in this same exact manner.

  As he finishes tying me up, he admires his work before walking to the bottom of the bed. He slowly starts to move his hands down to the top of his jeans where he undoes the button, sliding the zipper down slowly. It’s almost like he’s putting on a little show for me right now. My eyes are focused on his dick, and I can’t wait to get to see him.

  I’m craving just a glimpse of the beast. I want to see if it looks as big as it feels. Part of me doesn’t even care as long as he fucks me. The minute his fingers dip into his jeans and start to push them down his thighs, I’m done for. I can’t take it anymore. His dick springs out of its confinement and I see a glint of metal shine before he moves to pull his shoes off followed by his jeans.

  My eyes continue to scan over his body before going right back to his dick. It’s beautiful. I can’t look away.

  “You like what you see?” he asks with a cocky grin.

  I pull gently on the ties, testing their strength and see that I’m not going anywhere.

  “Yes,” I murmur.

  He doesn’t say anything to that, but he does move his hand to grip his length, teasing me by running his strong hand up and down his shaft. Fuck me. I wish he would just come over here already and give me what we are now both craving. I’m not one to beg, but I have a feeling that it’s going to come down to that.

  “I want to taste you,” I finally say when he doesn’t move toward me. His hand never stops stroking himself and I wish like hell that it were my hand doing the stroking. I’d even take sucking it into my mouth right now.

  Just thinking about this is making me even wetter than I already am. Can you combust from not orgasming? I’m pretty sure I might if he doesn’t let me come soon. I’m craving another release and he hasn’t even touched me yet. God, what is he doing to me?

  Finally, he starts to move toward the bed. He slowly climbs up and crawls his way toward me. He doesn’t say anything and I see the cat o’ nine tail in his hand. When the hell did he grab that? I don’t even remember him setting it down earlier, but then again my ass was up in the air and my face in the mattress. Not that I’m complaining because that was fucking amazing. Most men I’ve been with haven’t hit me hard enough to make the pain turn into pleasure. They were afraid to make it hurt.

  With the flick of his wrist, he brings the cat o’ nine tail down on my thigh. The sting pulls a sharp gasp from my mouth. Slight pain turns into immense pleasure as he hits my other thigh. My body squirms and I want so bad to squeeze my thighs together to tap down on my burning desire, but I can’t move. The ties are holding me in place and part of me loves it. The other part of me just wants to feel his dick, mouth, or fingers on or in me.

  “Wren,” I moan. A grin pulls at his lips as he crawls closer.

  My eyes scan over his perfect body and I can’t help but like what I see. I check out each of his tattoos as he moves between my thighs.

  The cat o’ nine tail disappears for a second before I feel the sting of the hit as it comes down on my stomach. My orgasm is getting closer and he hasn’t even touched me yet. Fuck, I want him to touch me so badly right now. I’m craving his touch.

  His thighs pressed against mine and I finally get the touch I’ve been craving. He drops the cat o’ nine tail next to me on the bed and slowly runs his fingers from my ankles up my thighs, over my hips, and up my stomach. Each caress is soft and needy. His lips come down on my skin and my hips buck up. Every small kiss and suck of his mouth brings me higher than before. I want to run my fingers through his hair, but being tied up keeps me from trying.

  “Please, Wren. I need you.”

  I groan when he swirls his tongue around one of my nipples. My eyes close and my back arches. He bites gently down on my nipple causing me to moan out loudly. Every sensation is intensified after that cat o’ nine tail and I love that.

  “I’ll give you what you want at my own pace.” His voice is low and raspy.

  The sex is just radiating off of him right now. His warm tongue goes back to swirling around my other nipple before he bites down on that one as well.

  It doesn’t take long for him to move his body back down mine. His fingers run down the insides of my thighs before running back up and right to my pussy. His fingers slowly run up my core and he dips them into my wetness. I moan at the feel of him finally touching me where I want him.

  “You like that?”

  His fingers quicken their pace as he thrusts in and out of me with a quickness that brings me to the edge quickly. He doesn’t let me come, even though I’m begging him to let me.

  “I love hearing you beg, doll.”

  He continues to tease me until I can’t see straight. My breath is coming out ragged and my whole body is tense.

  “Oh God!” I yell out.

  I can’t take anymore. I need to come. I want to come.

  “Please, Wren. Please let me come.”

  “Fuck, you’re a beautiful sight,” he murmurs before he moves off me completely.

  He moves through the room with purpose. I close my eyes and take deep calming breaths. I feel his body press against the mattress and he moves closer to me. His fingers trail up my right thigh. I feel his breath along my skin. He moves between my thighs again and I feel the head of him slowly rub against my clit before he starts to slowly press inside.

  I sigh as he presses inside me deeper.

  “Open your eyes. I want you to see me as I fuck you.”

  I open my eyes and my mouth to say something, but he presses into me deeper, stealing my breath right from my lungs. He stretches me wider than anyone else has ever done before. The slight pain turns me on more than before. He pushes the rest of the way inside of me before he stops moving. His forehead rests against mine and he blows out a breath.

  “Holy shit, your pussy is tight,” he murmurs.

  Our eyes are locked on each other as we both pant.

  “Please move.”

  As he starts to move, I feel my mouth fall open. He feels so good inside of me. Fuck. His fingers dig into my thighs as he fucks me harder. Each thrust of his hips brings me closer to the edge. Just as I’m about to fall over the edge, his thumb goes to my clit. He begins rubbing my clit roughly and it takes seconds for me to burst.

  “Ahhh,” I yell out as I come around his cock. Each thrust he makes prolongs my orgasm and I swear I can see stars.

  All senses fly out the door and I can’t even comprehend what is running through my own head or body right now. He continues to roughly move his hips, slamming in and out of me at a fast, rough pace. I feel his body tense up as he gets close to coming.

  Each stroke of his hips is precise and fluid. Rough and hard.r />
  “Fuck!” he grits out.

  I feel his dick swell and his warm cum fill me. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

  Mentally, I smack myself. He’s got my head all fucked up that I didn’t even think about the consequences. He rests his head against my chest as he huffs out, trying to catch his breath.

  “Goddamn,” he mutters.

  His lips caress over my skin again and I forget about everything that’s currently running through my mind once again.

  He reaches up and starts to untie my wrists. He kisses each one before he massages the blood back into them. The sweet move does nothing but make me want to fuck him again. He does the same thing with my ankles before kissing his way back up my thighs and toward my stomach. He lies down on his back next to me before I roll over to my side. My eyes scan over his tattoo on his side. Reaching my hand out, I run my fingers over the words, tracing each and every letter.

  His eyes are now closed as he takes deep breaths. He doesn’t move as my fingers move along his skin, tracing the words for the second time. I choose death before dishonor, I’d rather die than live down on my knees. Bury me like a soldier, with my dignity.

  “Fuck Jericho,” he finally says after several minutes of complete silence other than the sound of our breathing.

  “What?” I ask innocently.

  When he turns his head to look at me, I have my shy smile perfectly on my lips.

  He runs his fingers down my cheek before cupping the back of my neck, pulling my face to his.

  “That sweet and innocent gig you pull is sexy as fuck.”

  I don’t say anything because it isn’t an act. It’s truly how I act until I get behind closed doors. Once I know that sex is on the table, the dirty side of me comes out and I am able to shed the shy girl that I am on the outside.

  “It gets me hard as hell,” he murmurs.

  “It isn’t an act,” I say quietly.

  Our mouths hover so close that I can feel each of his breaths as they fan over my lips. His eyebrow rises in question, but I’m not sure what else to say.

  “You mean to tell me that you are really that shy and innocent until you get stripped naked?” I shrug this time. I know it sounds weird, but it truly is the person I am. “Tell me. I want to know more about you.” His lips press against mine lightly.